it was a dismal religion, full of cold sanctuaries and sacrifices. on the alter was a fat pig and on the shrine was its skull, surrounded by candles whose flames flickered in the night, promising nothing.
Have you never thought of eternity? What happens after the dirt falls? There has to be more than rot and archaeologists. There has to be Someone to twist the DNA into ribbons and put rainbows into shells and balance the living and the scavengers.
She didn’t follow any particular religion, but regarded herself as very spiritual. She felt at one with the universe when she went outside at night and saw the stars, wondering at their origin, distance and how their light could reach Earth.
It’s flames spread, a wildfire perpetually fueled by the fear and the hatred dwelling deep inside the hearts and minds of the heartless and mindless.
it was a dismal religion, full of cold sanctuaries and sacrifices. on the alter was a fat pig and on the shrine was its skull, surrounded by candles whose flames flickered in the night, promising nothing.
Have you never thought of eternity? What happens after the dirt falls? There has to be more than rot and archaeologists. There has to be Someone to twist the DNA into ribbons and put rainbows into shells and balance the living and the scavengers.
She didn’t follow any particular religion, but regarded herself as very spiritual. She felt at one with the universe when she went outside at night and saw the stars, wondering at their origin, distance and how their light could reach Earth.